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Once again, I saw this on another blogger’s site, and I just thought these prompts, which is what they call them, are simply very cool ideas to write a piece about. Anyhow, so today’s prompt is about sharing what my favorite toy was as a child.
So, when I first had kids and they were old enough to ask for things, I remember always telling them that toys are expensive and you already have a lot of toys that you don’t even play with. Then I proceed to tell them about the toys I had when I was their age. So, I would say, “when I was your age, I only had a bag full of green army men, a bag of marbles, and a Godzilla”. Yes, I could see their eyes rolling every time they would ask for a new toy because they knew what was coming (laughter).
Note: My Godzilla had a little lever on the back that you would push down on to make fire come out of his mouth, well it really looked like a tongue, but it was supposed to be fire.
Anyhow, back to my favorite toy. You see I had this very cool Godzilla toy, and I would set him up on the hillside near our backyard, and then place all my army men around as if they were going to attack, then I would send marbles, well bombs, towards Godzilla as if they were coming from the army men I had set up. Of course, there were days that Godzilla would win. Yes, this Godzilla toy was my favorite toy, I always had it with me, and I think I even slept with it a few times. We did have Atari, but we never really played all that much, I remember playing with my friends Pong but after maybe 30 minutes we would head outside, sit on a skateboard and bomb a huge hill. Man, and to think we did not wear helmets, need pads or elbow pads for that matter. I do remember a few times catching my fingers on the wheels, but I just kept going.
Then, there were days I would gather my army men, my Godzilla, my marbles, and head over to a friend’s house that happen to have tanks, oh yes tanks, we would have an all-out battle with Godzilla – great days. So, short story, my favorite toy growing up was a plastic, 14-inch Godzilla, yes those were great memories.
This post brought back a whole lot of great memories and it was cool to share with you. As always, I thank you for stopping by, and I leave you with this thought, “Writing allows someone to remember both good and bad times and use those memories to help whatever that person might be going through now. Sharing these experiences with the world, I think allows others to relate and possibly find a solution to whatever they might be going through.”